His lingering sound resounded in the empty hall, the little monarch slowly put down his hand, didn't look at him and didn't respond, just looked blankly at the assassin on the ground. He propped his body up with his hands motionless, the bed was covered with black hair, and the faint annoyance between his brows made him look like he was frightened, or like an enraged evil spirit.
After a long time, a slightly immature but extremely cold voice sounded: "Injured?"
Xuan Jia hurriedly said: "My minister is fine."
Nie Jia snapped his fingers lightly, "Go down, thank you for your hard work."
Xuanjia looked at the little monarch who was still maintaining that movement on the bed, his eyes were uncertain, he always felt that there was something different about the little monarch, it seemed that there was an abyss-like daunting gloomy aura.
"Yes." Xuan Jia didn't dare to ask anything in the end, and retreated in response, and dragged the assassin's body down before leaving.
Nie Jia remained silent in the dark for a long time before he lowered his head and covered his face with his hands wearily. He was even more powerless than a few days ago.
There is not only one wave of assassins, such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how could those rebellious officials and thieves who are eager to kill the tyrant easily let it go. In the middle of the night, the sound of jingling and clanging was endless, there were roars and screams outside, blood splashed all over the window paper, and blood was faintly seeping under the crack of the door. One can imagine what a scene of purgatory on earth is outside.
The little monarch in the hall just sat quietly in the dark, listening to this grand killing.
After all, there was only one person in Xuanjia, and he was incapable of dividing himself. Occasionally, a fish that slipped through the net broke into the palace, but he was killed by the little monarch when he raised his hand.
This night passed in the shadow of swords and swords.
Nie Jia didn't sleep all night, Jun Changsheng was weak and sick, and Nie Jia's eyes were covered with crows after just staying up all night. As soon as I left the palace gate early in the morning, everything in the Scarlet Cloud Palace looked brand new. There was no snow, no blood, and there was not even a trace of strange smell in the cold air. Looking at it, it seemed that nothing happened last night.
But the tense atmosphere among the palace people couldn't be ignored. After being woken up in the middle of the night and witnessing the bloody storm in Chiyun Palace, all the palace people in Chiyun Palace looked like their livers were torn apart. Only the little monarch looked as usual, and those who had a poor appetite went to the porch to bask in the sun after a few mouthfuls of breakfast.
There was a stove at his feet, and as soon as the warm sun shone, Nie Jia became sleepy, huddled in layers of fur, and dozed sleepily.
The large-scale assassination of Scarlet Cloud Palace has spread throughout the court. It was heard that the little monarch was unharmed but did not come to the court. The courtiers were shocked and regretful. They all pretended to be concerned and handed over the papers to say hello, but no one pursued the assassin source. Nie Jia guessed it all, and all the excerpts were burned without reading.
"Your Majesty, His Highness Prince Jing is here." The old eunuch didn't know whether the little monarch had fallen asleep, so he whispered in his ear.
Nie Jia opened his eyes, and a gleam of a sword overflowed from his eyelashes.
"I heard that Brother Wang hasn't taken any medicine for the past few days, and I deliberately got up early to cook the medicine myself. Brother Wang, drink it while it's hot." Jun Zhangyue led the palace servants to Nie Jia with a pale complexion, and put a A bowl of steaming soup was brought to Nie Jia.
"What poison was used?" Nie Jia asked perfunctorily.
Jun Zhangyue sat next to Nie Jia, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "The secret guards around Brother Wang are very responsible, and the things sent by my brother have been checked inside and out for a long time before they are released. The ability to poison."
It is true that Jun Changsheng has been taking care of his body by Jun Zhangyue in the past few years. The abuse in the snowy night five years ago left many roots of disease in his body, and he was too weak to survive his thirties. But Nie Jia looked at him and didn't touch the bowl of medicine that Jun Changsheng had been drinking for five years.
He just lazily closed his eyes and continued to doze off.
Jun Zhangyue didn't care about his indifference, and said quietly: "The Scarlet Cloud Palace was extremely dangerous last night, and brother Wang was fortunately unscathed, but I'm afraid there will be more and more cases like this in the future. If brother Wang followed My brother wishes to bury Sikong Han, so there will be no scene where the officials are angry, and you will not be in such a dangerous situation, Brother Wang."
"It doesn't matter, just kill as many as you come." Nie Jia hummed lazily.
Jun Zhangyue said with a pale smile: "Do you really think that killing people can solve everything?"
"Can't you?" Nie Jia looked at him playfully.
Jun Zhangyue looked indifferently, and said: "The knife will always be blunt one day, don't you find that the only people you can command are the hidden guards around you? You are the king of the Yan Kingdom in the palace. I'm afraid that everyone wants to take your life. The principle of being in a cocoon is what you told your disciples when you were young."
"When Sikong Han was in a cocoon, did you ever persuade him like this?" Nie Jia went to tear Jun Changyue's scar maliciously.
Sure enough, Jun Zhangyue got annoyed, looked at Nie Jia and panted a few times, then waved his sleeves and left. When he walked to the gate of Scarlet Cloud Palace, he turned his head and looked at his brother with a calm expression, his eyes were red and he gritted his teeth and said in grief: "You killed Sikong Han, although I blamed you, I never hurt you. Never again, you saved my life when I was young, and now we owe nothing to each other, so you can do it yourself. Farewell, my brother." When he turned his head, he shed tears and said with his back to Nie Jia: "That medicine can heal your body. Pain, although it cannot be cured, it can be suspended, and it is up to you to drink it or not."
After finishing speaking, he strode away from Scarlet Cloud Palace.
Nie Jia's fingertips slowly rubbed the pattern on the hand stove, not knowing how Jun Changsheng would react to his younger brother's breaking words, of course Nie Jia didn't care. After Jun Zhangyue leaves the palace, he will go to the northwest front line, win the hearts of the army with his superb medical skills, and meet the reborn Sikong Han, and the husband and wife will jointly win the hearts of the people in the entire northwest region.
There are six Xuanjias on the northwest front, which is Sikong Han's stronghold, and it needs to be suppressed with absolute strength. Not long after Sikong Han and Jun Zhangyue recognized each other, the six Xuanjias all fled to the northwest.
Thinking of this, Nie Jia waved back the palace servants beside him, and called Xuan Jia to show up, "He hasn't come back yet?"
Xuanjia replied: "The border gate is a long way away, and it will take several days to go back and forth, so it must be soon."
Nie Jia frowned and stroked her painful knees. These legs are too much of a hindrance!
"Your Majesty, don't worry, I will swear to the death to protect your Majesty's safety." Xuan Jia said loudly. Seeing that the little monarch was so anxious, he thought it was because he was worried about him alone, so he quickly expressed his loyalty.
Nie Jia remained silent.
He was actually very restless. The Yan Kingdom was indeed beyond Jun Changsheng's control as Jun Changyue said, and what he depended on for survival was Xuanjia. It was because of Xuanjia that he was able to kill Sikong Han. It is because of Xuanjia that he can still be bloodthirsty and still occupy the throne.
He has lost the hearts of the people now, civil and military officials are thinking about how to rebel every day, and the army would have killed the palace long ago without Xuanjia. Without Xuanjia, Jun Changsheng would lose everything, and his throne and life would be in jeopardy. Not only Jun Zhangyue, but even the common people can see all this clearly. As soon as Sikong God of War died, the tyrant immediately angered another general who protects the country, and the entire Zhuolu City was about to move.
Once someone instigates it behind the scenes and the officials rise up, a Xuanjia will definitely not be able to protect the small monarch.
And after last night's probing, I am afraid that the whole court knows that the defense force around the little monarch is already vulnerable, how can such an opportunity be let go, the real turmoil may be in these few days, or even tonight.
Under such circumstances, in order to realize the original owner's wish of "death to those who oppose me", Nie Jia cannot continue to hide in the palace, but he does not want to run around, he is afraid that Shi Chen will not find him. Nie Jia's teeth were clenched tightly together, which made her feel tortured every moment. He wanted to see Shi Chen, even at the risk of being killed, he also wanted to wait until Shi Chen first.
At this time, a bodyguard rushed over, thumped and knelt down on the porch, out of breath, and said, "My lord! Good news! Gao Dudu's elite troops have defeated the barbarians, and they have captured four cities of the barbarians in a row. I have surrendered to Dudu Gao, and I am willing to surrender to Dayan! At this time, Dudu Gao led his iron cavalry to return in triumph, and has arrived at the city of Zhuolu!"
Nie Jia was slightly taken aback. Gao Wen, the military commander stationed on the front line of the Nanyi, was not an outstanding general. He could defeat the extremely ferocious barbarians and put down the Nanyi? After being dazed for two seconds, Nie Jia suddenly came to his senses, it was Xuanjia!
"Go to Xuanwu Terrace!" Nie Jia hurriedly ordered.
In Chiyang Palace, Jun Zhangyue was sitting at the table in despair, waiting for the palace servants to pack their bags and prepare to leave the palace. He gave up his hopeless elder brother, and once he left the palace, no matter how bloody the courtiers washed the palace, it had nothing to do with him. He just wanted to go back to the northwest, where there were traces of Sikong Han's existence, and it would be his only solace for the rest of his life.
The palace people came to communicate and report Nanyi Jie.
Jun Zhangyue was stunned, "Only by Gao Wen?"
how is this possible!
On the Xuanwu platform, there were countless guards standing around, and the palace servants were waiting around. Nie Jia was so nervous that she couldn't even blink when she looked at the city gate that was still closed.
Several important ministers standing under the Xuanwu Terrace were also very nervous. Now that the people in Zhuolu City are in panic, it is a great opportunity to drag the tyrant off the throne. How could it be such a coincidence that Gao Wen returned triumphantly with the iron cavalry that crushed Nanyi? If he submits to the tyrant, the next time he waits for such a good opportunity is unknown when it will be!
However, Gao Wen is only the governor of Xianzhou, he has never set foot in Zhuolu City in his life, and he is lazy and timid. When he comes to Zhuolu, he must secretly coax him to be a high-ranking official with a generous salary. After all, who is really willing to be loyal to this place? tyrant? With the iron cavalry brought by Gao Wen, the mere hidden guards are not a problem!
The courtiers all thought so full of hostility, but the common people did not. Although the corpse of Sikong God of War is still hanging on the city wall, they are more happy to hear the victory news from the battlefield. The victory of the Yan State is better than anything else. Although the tyrant's power hangs over his head, it is better than being displaced after the country's subjugation.
Hearing that there was an army returning triumphantly, almost all the people in Zhuolu City rushed out and huddled beside the street, waiting to witness the demeanor of the triumphant army.
Not long after, the city gate opened wide, and at a glance, there was a piece of pitch-black battle armor, and then a bloody aura gushing out of hell rushed into the city.
The atmosphere that was originally boiling among the common people instantly clamored in Chang'an.
The iron cavalry who entered the city looked cold and numb. Their battle armor was not pitch black, but was splattered with countless dried blood, layer after layer, and the solidified blood stained the armor black. In this way, it is not known how many people were killed at the border.
As for the position of general at the front of the team, the one riding on the horse was not Gao Wen, but a strange man wearing a battle armor and a blood blade. A cold iron armor was stuck on his face to cover his mouth and nose, making it impossible to see his appearance clearly, but those gray eyes were full of cold murder, looking at him was like looking into a secluded ravine. be terrified.
The courtiers present couldn't help feeling cold all over their bodies.
On the Xuanwu platform, from the moment the army stepped into the city gate, Nie Jia fell from the step, and his legs hurt so much that he couldn't even care about it. The palace servants went to help him, only to find that the little king was kneeling on the ground and his whole body was shaking. His eyes were already red at some point, and he was staring fixedly at the formidable general. He gritted his teeth and couldn't say a word. .
Under the Xuanwu platform, the general looked at the chaotic Xuanwu platform from a distance, and when his eyes were fixed on the weak little monarch in the cold wind, his lifeless wolf eyes suddenly shrank with a trace of shock.